Nearly a week after the fact, and I've finally uploaded the Easter photos, collected the Easter baskets, and finished off the last of the Easter dinner. Except for the colored eggs; there are still lots of those. And the decorations are still up. And I still have half a bag of Easter candy stashed away to use as bribes or rewards as needed. Anyway, this is what Easter looked like at our preppy mountain farmhouse this year. We didn't invite the hen above into our family picture with us sitting in our clean Church clothes; she photobombed it, and our son caught her.
We took dinner to our grown son's house the afternoon before Easter. Our boys actually got to hold their nephew for once; usually they can't get him out of their sister's arms.
And his uncles adore him. It is so much easier to keep a baby entertained when he has so many aunties and uncles around to make a fuss over him.
Our youngest daughter and I made dozens of deviled eggs over the weekend. Our hens are laying around twelve eggs every day, and we have eggs coming out the wazoo. I've been scrambling them and making custard and boiling them and even freezing them. But we still have six full cartons in the refrigerator with another dozen or so that were dyed last Saturday.
These were just a select few that the children and their dad colored last weekend. All of our hens lay brown eggs of various shades, and everyone wanted to make metallic ones, so we weren't sure how they would turn out. Some looked golden, and others not shown here were a rather putrid brownish-greenish color.
I actually bought myself a new Easter dress this year from TJ Maxx. Two of my adolescent photographers were trying to get me to pose in more interesting ways, but this was the only one I'd feel comfortable sharing. No Kardashian wannabes here.
But we did have some kind of Spiderman-Samurai character running around our property searching for eggs. I'm not sure what look she was going for; she's her own unique blend of some kind of wonderful.
And her ten year-old brother is his own blend of awesomeness too.
This guy showed up for the egg hunt as well, but all he was really interested in was eating the fresh green buds on the bush above him.
All of my kiddos still participate in our annual egg hunt, and their dad doesn't make it easy for them.
Every year as they get older and older, at least one of them says that maybe next year they'll just help hide the eggs, and not be a part of the hunt anymore. But the next year comes, and whether they like to admit it or not, they still get excited about finding their color-coded stuffed eggs.
And I'm holding on to that for as long as I can.
I hope your weekend is your own blend of wonderful awesomeness.